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Quotes About Flight

Where My Books Go All the words that I gather, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm darkened or starry bright.
~ W.B. Yeats
Once I came back to the leaves just as they were falling into the rattling of magpies and the waving flights through treetops beyond the long field tawny with stubble a scatter of sheep wandered there circling slowly as a galaxy ferrying the gray lights that were theirs wading into their shadows with the stalks whispering under them and the day shining out of the straw
~ W.S. Merwin
One of the things that we can say with confidence is that we will have much lighter, much stronger materials, and this will reduce the cost of air flight, and it will reduce the cost of rockets.
~ Ralph Merkle
Time has wings it is flying but it has no shape, no colour, no dimension so it is invisible.
~ Unknown
One of the things that we can say with confidence is that we will have much lighter, much stronger materials, and this will reduce the cost of air flight, and the cost of rockets.
~ Ralph Merkle
We all have wings, but it is up to each one of us to have the courage to fly
~ Miranda Kerr
Coward: One who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.
~ Ambrose Bierce
Everybody's a bird, locked up in a pretty cage. Sometimes you fly to a slightly bigger one, but you never quite have the courage to abandon captivity completely.
~ Dave McKean
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
~ Alexander Pope
The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.
~ Plato
Fear is supremely contagious, and its immediate reaction is to make one try to run away.
~ Primo Levi
Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is endless flight before the hunter we call the world. —EKYANNUS VIII, 111 APHORISMS Spring
~ R. Scott Bakker
Run, damn you!
~ Rachel Caine
What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person's heartbeat beside him?
~ Rachel Cohn
Yo sé que tiene alas. Que por las noches sueña en alta voz la brisa de plata de sus ruedas. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que canta cuando vuela dormida, abriendo al sueño una celeste senda. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que volando me lleva por prados que no acaban y mares que no empiezan. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que el día que ella quiera, los cielos de la ida ya nunca tendrá vuelta.
~ Unknown
I don't allow flying nuns in my convent," she said. "They tend to be frivolous, and during night flight, they're prone to crashing through windows.
~ Dean Koontz
She watched a serrated formation of brown pelicans slice the sky and leave no scar.
~ Dean Koontz
Maybe the mobile was why, all these years later, he sometimes dreamed that he could fly.
~ Dean Koontz
Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.
~ Dean Young
Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers
~ Dean Young
To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.
~ Denis de Rougemont
They couldn't catch you if you didn't stop running.
~ Dennis Lehane
arms, ankles turning as I stepped in holes and stumbled on rocks. I had no room in my mind for any form of rational thought; I wanted only to get away from him. A heavy weight struck me hard in the
~ Diana Gabaldon
He could imagine himself some demon of the air, taking wing to haunt the dreams of a man, seize upon a sleeping body and ride it—could he fly as far as England? he wondered. Was the night long enough?
~ Diana Gabaldon